Chapter 51: Even a Child's Jealousy

Su Ruan was squeezed by him until her body went limp, her ears turned red, and she lightly pinched him, "Stop fooling around! I'm watching!"

Although Jiang Ran was interfering here, she felt very gratified; Yaya was cleverer than she had imagined, having fully grasped the essence of "group order".

In the following period, the two children's sales showed a stark contrast.

Douzi adhered to the "Premium" line; customers were few, but once a sale was made, the unit price was high, and most customers genuinely liked the texture and design, resulting in high post‑sale satisfaction.

He also gradually sold a Frog Button and a handkerchief; though the pace was slow, it was steady.

As for Yaya, she completely turned the "group order" game into an art.

She no longer limited herself to two people, beginning to rally three or even four people to "group", enjoying a lower "bulk‑buy price".

She was like a little diplomat, shuttling among hesitant customers, using her childish voice and sincere smile to allay their doubts and seal deal after deal.

A small "people circle" gradually formed before her, the lively atmosphere attracting more curious onlookers, creating a virtuous cycle.

The ten little items she brought sold seven of them in under two hours!

The speed was far faster than Douzi's.

Jiang Ran, watching Yaya's bustling scene and Douzi's calm, unhurried demeanor, couldn't help to lean toward Su Ruan's ear, his tone teasing.

"Wife, is this… favoritism? The treasure you gave Yaya is clearly stronger! Look how you're comparing us Douzi."

Su Ruan gave him a cold stare, and in a low voice said, "What do you know? This is called differentiated marketing, using different strategies for different customer groups and sales scenarios."

"Douzi follows a high‑end, quality route, cultivating brand value and loyal customers."

"Yaya follows a traffic‑driven, rapid‑monetization route, aiming to quickly raise market awareness and recoup funds."

"The two complement each other; neither is better."

She paused, looked at Jiang Ran's "doesn't understand but thinks it's impressive" expression, and helplessly added, "Also, Douzi's steady, introverted nature suits his current sales method better."

"Yaya is lively and clever, perfectly playing to her strengths. Tailoring to the person yields double results with half the effort."

Jiang Ran, watching her speak confidently with shining eyes, felt a tickle inside and couldn't help to quickly plant a kiss on her cheek, grinning, "Yes, yes, my wife is the best! Everything you say makes sense!"

"Jiang Ran!" Su Ruan blushed bright red, stamped her foot and scolded, "If you keep this up I'm going home!"

"No, no, no! I'm sorry!"

Jiang Ran hurriedly pleaded, assuming a surrender pose, his gaze still glued to her, full of amusement.

The sunset set in the west, and the sky grew dark.

Douzi and Yaya, as agreed, packed up their things and returned to Zhou Da Niang's small cottage to tally the results.

Douzi sold three items, earning nine yuan.

Yaya sold eight items; six of them were sold via "group order" at slightly lower unit prices, but the total income was nineteen yuan!

Although Yaya's total income led, Su Ruan gave high praise to both.

She commended Douzi's steadiness and perseverance, and also praised Yaya's cleverness and bravery.

She gave them a portion of the profit as wages.

The two children, holding the first money they earned through labor, blushed with excitement, their eyes full of confidence and hope for the future.

Watching their joyous faces, Su Ruan and Jiang Ran exchanged a smile.

This little market test was a great success, not only confirming that Su Ruan's designed products have a market, but also proving her sales strategy works.

"You both worked hard today, performed especially well! Tonight Sister Su will cook for you, making something tasty to celebrate!"

"Really? Thank you, Sister Su!"

Yaya jumped up happily, grabbing Su Ruan's leg in a hug.

Though Douzi was shy, they couldn't help but grin, eyes full of anticipation.

Jiang Ran, standing nearby, heard this and felt an inexplicable unease.

He touched his nose, leaned toward Su Ruan, lowered his voice, his tone tinged with a grievance and jealousy he himself hadn't noticed, "Wife, you've never cooked for me…"

His voice wasn't loud, but everyone present heard it.

Su Ruan was startled at first, then couldn't help but laugh with a "Pfft", her eyes flickering as she scolded him, "Jiang Ran, how old are you? Eating even a child's jealousy?"

Yaya, small in size but big in spirit, immediately scratched her cheek with her little hand, making a funny face at Jiang Ran: "Shy shy shy! Brother Jiang Ran's shy face! You're so grown‑up yet you're fighting a child for tasty food!"

Douzi, though embarrassed to be as direct as Yaya, couldn't help lowering their head, shoulders slightly shrugging, clearly snickering.

Being mocked by his wife and teased by the two little beans, Jiang Ran's roguish face flushed instantly, he stuck out his neck and protested, "Who… who's jealous?!"

"I'm just… stating a fact! You never cooked for me!"

The more he did this, the more it seemed to overcompensate.

Su Ruan, watching his embarrassed yet sophisticating stance, felt amused and a little sweet.

She deliberately set a stern face, stretching her tone, "Oh—so someone's craving the food I made, huh?"

"Fine then, considering you helped 'secretly protect' today, which counts as a contribution, I'll reluctantly make an extra portion for you tonight."

Jiang Ran's eyes lit up, he immediately scrambled up the rail, his face breaking into a smug grin, reaching out to hug Su Ruan: "See, my wife loves me!"

"Go!" Su Ruan laughed, swatting his paw, "Stop it!"

"You take Douzi and Yaya to wash your hands and help Zhou Da Niang clear the table. I'll go see what's in the kitchen."

The little cottage instantly filled with laughter and chatter.

Zhou Da Niang, seeing this lively warm scene, laughed uncontrollably, repeatedly saying, "Alright, alright, you play; I'll clean the kitchen for RuanRuan to use!"

Su Ruan tied on an apron and walked into the modest yet spotless kitchen that Zhou Da Niang had tidied.

She glanced at the available ingredients.

Zhou Da Niang had bought half a jin of pork this morning, a few potatoes, a handful of greens, a few eggs, and some basic seasonings.

Though not much, it was enough.

Su Ruan rolled up her sleeves, quickly planning the menu in her mind.

She intended to make braised pork, a spicy‑sour shredded potato, garlic‑green vegetable, steam a bowl of silky egg custard, and for the staple, a simple quick scallion‑oil tossed noodles.

After deciding, she began to work skillfully and busily.

Washing vegetables, cutting meat, preparing ingredients…

Her movements were like flowing clouds and water, carrying a unique rhythmic beauty.

Although she wasn't a professional chef, as a Limit-Text Female Protagonist who had once roamed various worlds, cooking was also a maxed‑out skill, more than enough to handle everyday dishes.

Jiang Ran, as instructed, washed his hands with Douzi and Yaya, helped set the tables, chairs, bowls and chopsticks, then leaned against the kitchen doorway, his gaze fixed unblinkingly on Su Ruan busily working inside.

The sunset's afterglow filtered through the small window, coating her in a warm halo.

She lowered her head slightly, concentrating on slicing the potato shreds; her knife work was even and fine, producing a rhythmic "thud‑thud" sound.

Fine beads of sweat seeped from the corners of her forehead; she casually wiped them away with the back of her hand, her profile soft yet earnest.

Jiang Ran watched and watched, and couldn't help becoming a little dazed.

He had seen her in her delicate, shy demeanor, in her calm, wise demeanor, in her sharp retorts, yet this was still the first time he saw her so full of homely warmth, so gently domestic.

This ordinary, cozy scene surprisingly moved him more deeply than any grand, tumultuous spectacle.

"Hey, are you staring like a fool?"

Su Ruan looked up, meeting his unwavering gaze; her face flushed, and she spoke, breaking his stare.